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usfw  sideblog  to  exitwnd.

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an independent roleplay sideblog for usfw content for all canon characters written by rio. main account.

dni without following my main account. dni if you're underage. dni if we are not mutuals. nsfw threads will be carried here.

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need her pretty brown doe eyes looking up at me as she sucks my fingers RN

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𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 :    3B for bucky and riley. [ ... ] # 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃  :  @grote5querie

the  air's  thick.  heavy  with  a  primal  edge  that's  got  him  teetering  on  a  razor's  blade.  hands  claw  into  her  waist,  metal  fingers  sinking  deep  into  the  pale  flesh,  like  she's  a wild  animal he's  gotta  pin  down  before  it  runs away from him.  he  mutters  something  low  and  obscene  in  russian,  gaze  raking  over  her  body  like  he's  calculating  exactly  how  much  more  she  can  take  before  she  breaks.  the  curve  of  her  spine,  the hand-shaped  bruises  all  over  her  ass.  tight  little  hole  already  puffy  and  swollen  with  the  sheer  girth  of  him,  clenching  on  it  as  balls  slap  across  the  soft  folds  of her  neglected  dripping  cunt.  every  needy  moan  hits  him  like  a  punch,  quickly burning  through  every  shred  of  control  he's  got  left.

heavy  metal  hand  comes  to  rest  on  the  back  of  riley's  head,  shoving  her  blushed  cheek  into  the  ground  as  he  pounds  into  her.  juices  streaming out  of  her  cunt,  dripping  down  her  thighs  and  soaking  his  jeans  in  the  process.  “  can't  fucking  help  yourself,  mhm?.  ”  he  mocks,  voice  raw  and  scraped,  though  there's  a  twisted  thread  of  warmth  woven  into  the  bite.  he  feels  her  tremble  beneath  him  and  his  fondness  bleeds  in  the  way  he  forces  his  thumb  into  the  warmth  of  her  mouth,  plump lips wrapped around him.  just as he would at night when she's half-asleep and wrapped around his arms, holding on like it's the only place she's meant to be. drool  sticks to  his  skin  and  her  lips,  grin  stretching  the  corner  of  his  lips. “  leakin'  from  both  holes.  makin' a goddamn mess for me. ”

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girls who like being choked 🤝 bucky barnes and his big ass hands

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VIBES-BASED USFW GIF MEME.

*these are intended to be more vibes/actions based than strictly limited to anatomy, though some are more easily adjusted than others. i've tried to include some variety!

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stalking can be a love language if ur romantic enough about it

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| | | . . . 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 :    unprompted. [ ... ] # 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃  :  @sweets1n

plenty of room the bed they share but she still straddles his lap. lips leaving no amount of his beauty unmarked; his jaw, cheeks, nose, mouth and then — ❛ i hope they get your eyes. ❜ soft fingertips brush beneath, a kiss under each brow. barely the sheets to cover her frame, her body adorned in ink and beautiful love blemishes she carries with her like trophies. his name carved into her soft thigh, their union still blooming in a small bump. roxi runs fingers through his hair, cherry nails so gentle. ❛ but also, ❜ the though which crosses her mind turns to amusement and a bashfulness every act between them could disprove. ❛ you think we should come up with a different story for how we met? ❜ ( Roxi for Bucky )

she  kisses  him,   like  she  doesn’t  taste  the  blood  on  his  hands,   like  the  ghosts  clinging  to  him  don't scare  her  off  —  and  he  doesn't  know  what  to  do  with  that.  all that  soft  devotion  pressed  into  the  hollow  of  his  cheeks,  the  slope  of  his  jaw,  each  kiss  certain  that  he's  a  safe  place  for  her.  it  scrapes  something  open  in  him.  the  heat  of  her  naked  body  clings to him — soft thighs  straddling  his  lap,  round  stomach  pressing against him,  him buried  deep inside  her,  warm  and  clenched tight,  and  still  —  still  —  she's  looking  at  him  like  he's  a  man,  not  a  weapon  waiting  to  misfire.  heart  beats  against  her,  bare  sternums  comparing  drum  beats  as  chest  hair  tickles  her  smooth  skin.  “  yeah?  i  was hopin' they'd get yours.  ”  kind  eyes,  he  means.  the  kind  that  see  past  the  scars, the kind that made him fall in love.   “  what,  you  think  me  going  after  you  and  scaring  up  that  pretty  thigh  ain't  romantic  enough?.  ”  he  teases,  brooklyn  drawl  slipping  through, lips pressing a soft kiss to her jawline.  “  yeah, no... we — we definitely need to come up with something else. kid doesn't need to know that mom let a stranger do all that to her.  ” 

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| | | . . . 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 :    unprompted. [ ... ] # 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃  :  @sweets1n

❛ — dex, baby, focus on me. ❜ slow, sweet honey of her voice drifts between each kiss. she can taste his mood on her tongue, feel the thunderous rhythm of his heart beneath her gentle palm. a slow writhe of hips taunting him in a private dance meant for no one else. forehead knocked against his with an aching sort of tenderness and hitch of desperation in her breath. she wants to steal it all away, give him a place to hide inside of her. hanna pulls back, with a reluctant hum and parted lips. eyes darkened, the flimsy bit of a slip pulled up and over her head leaving her bare. his hand drawn up as she takes his thumb between her lips and into her warm mouth. her hips stutter over the swell of denim— ❛ i’m gonna take it away, my angel. just say yes, i’ll take care of you. ❜ ( Hanna Jo for Dex )

fingers  dig  into  the  meat  of  her  thighs,  like  he’s  holding  on  for  balance  or  control.  her  skin’s  soft  —  too  fucking soft  —  like  something  he  shouldn't  be  allowed  to  touch.  her  breath  catches  on  the  edge  of  his  jaw  as  she  moves  in  a  slow  grind.  a  rhythm  to  it  —  a  provocation  that  leaves  his  vision  edged  in  white  and  want.  there's  a  tension  in  him  that  never  learned  how  to  let  go.  born  tight,  wound tighter with time.  lips  close  around  his  thumb, wet  and slow.  the  slip  lies  somewhere  on  the  floor,  like  a  flag  laid  down  in  surrender.  but  his  brain  doesn't  register  it  as  peace.  no,  his  mind  splits  —  fractures  —  want  and  violence  circle  each  other  like  vultures.  it's  a  blur.  the  heat  of  her  skin  only  makes  it  worse,  pressing  against  the  line  where  hunger  tips  into  harm.  she  says  she  can  fix  it  but  before  she  can  say  another  word,  both  hands  wrap  around  the  column  of  her  throat  like  instinct.  thumb  resting  just  beneath  jaw,  right  over  he  thrum  of  her  pulse  and  he  feels  it — fast, alive. it makes his cock harden and his hues darken before he nods his head.  “  let me see you take it.  ”